Monday morning arrived with mortifying punctuality.
At seven sharp, I reached Ever Holdings' private aviation terminal wearing cream trousers, a fitted blazer, and designer loafers comfortable enough to survive an international business trip.
My carry-on contained Meridian's market research, preliminary expansion recommendations, and twenty-seven pages of notes on Southeast Asian luxury consumers.
I was prepared. Composed. Completely unaffected by recent kissing incidents.
Augustus stood beside the aircraft in a charcoal suit, his sleeves rolled to his elbows.
Those damned forearms.
I'd specifically proposed banning distracting forearms from the workplace. Apparently, international airspace was a loophole.
His gaze dropped to my suitcase, handbag, and three garment bags.
"Is all of that necessary for two days?"
"Some of us believe in options."
"Three garment bags?"
"Business attire, dinner attire, emergency attire."
"What constitutes an emergency?"
